I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Yang Xue's fingers swiped rapidly across the phone screen, browsing the homepages of one short video blogger after another.

"This one, this one."

She handed her phone to Lin Chongwei, saying, "Look, she has a lot of followers, over two million. She specializes in mediation content and is very eloquent."

Lin Zongwei leaned closer for a look, then hesitated, "Would such a famous blogger really be willing to come?"

Yang Xue rolled her eyes at him: "Money makes the world go round. We'll cover her travel expenses, food and lodging, and give her a tip. She should come."

Lin Zongwei thought for a moment and nodded.

Wang Cuifen sat on the sofa next to her, clutching a handkerchief tightly in her hand. Her eyes were red, and it was hard to tell whether she was genuinely sad or just putting on an act.

"I must make them acknowledge me as their mother," she said in a hoarse voice, with an undeniable stubbornness. "She is my daughter, so I have the right to have her support me. This principle applies no matter where we go."

Yang Xue didn't reply, but kept looking down at her phone, finding and saving the mediator's contact information.

She didn't rush to contact him.

They planned to contact Luo Fei and the others after they moved to their new home and relaxed their guard.

When the time comes, bring a mediator to their door and see how Luo Fei can handle it.

As darkness fell outside the window, lights began to twinkle in the village, like fireflies.

The lights in Lin Zongwei's house were also turned on, and the dim yellow light illuminated several faces with different expressions in the living room.

Scheming, greed, resentment, and grievances—all sorts of emotions intertwined and crowded under that dim yellow light.

It's like a terrible play whose ending was already predetermined before it even started.

The next morning, Luo Fei woke up in his room at the farmhouse.

Before he could even sit up, that familiar voice rang out in his mind right on time.

[A divine choice has been triggered today.]

[Option A: Obtain "God-level singing skills (covering all singing styles, with flawless pitch, breath control, and emotional expression)."]

Option B: Obtain "Master-level Instrument Proficiency (All instruments will be upgraded to the Master level across the entire planet)".

Luo Fei stared at the two options for a moment, then paused.

Sing?

He was reminded of his university days.

During my sophomore year, the four of us in my dorm went to a karaoke bar.

Zhang Zhigang, the eldest, is a karaoke enthusiast and sings really well. His rendition of "Old Boy" deeply moved everyone.

The fourth brother, Zhao Zixuan, ordered a bunch of fruit platters and beer. He didn't sing much himself, but just clapped and cheered from the side.

The second son, Yan Lei, sings decently, neither amazing nor bad.

When it was Luo Fei's turn, he requested the song "The Sea".

He felt he sang very well at the time, with full emotion, a loud voice, and pronounced each word very clearly.

After the song finished, the private room was silent for a full three seconds.

The leader's mouth was agape, and he almost dropped the microphone in his hand.

The second son looked as if he were watching something unbelievable.

The fourth brother was the most direct. He put down the beer he had just picked up and said, "Brother Fei, you're my own brother. You shouldn't sing this song anymore."

Luo Fei was not convinced and requested another song, "I Will Love You Till I Die".

When he sang the line "I'll love you even if I die," his voice cracked, but he didn't realize it at all and kept singing higher.

He felt that he sang with great power and passion at the time.

After he finished singing, the leader snatched the microphone from his hand.

This wasn't a joking robbery; it was a serious, resolute, and uncompromising act of forceful robbery.

"Third brother, you just need to eat the fruit platter. Leave the singing to us."

From then on, every time we went to karaoke, my roommates would hog the microphones beforehand.

All he could do was drink alcohol and eat sunflower seeds.

They laughed about this for four whole years, and it was even brought up as a joke at their graduation dinner.

Luo Fei shook his head and chose the God-level singing technique.

It's not that he loves singing that much, but he just feels that being tone-deaf is a bit embarrassing for him.

It's not very pleasant to say that someone with a combat power of 20,000 can't even sing a song well.

[Option A grants: God-level singing skills. All singing techniques, vocalization skills, and breath control are perfectly integrated into the host, allowing for instinctive reactions without the need for practice.]

He got up, washed up, and went out into the yard.

The sun was shining brightly, the air was fresh, the distant mountains were still lush and green, and the crowing of chickens echoed throughout the village.

Luo Fei sat on a stone bench in the courtyard and tried humming a couple of lines from "The Sea".

He was stunned for a moment when he uttered the first sentence.

The sound is steady, the breath is long and sustained, and it goes up to the high notes effortlessly, while the low notes are as rich and full as a cello.

He sang four lines, not loudly, but the quality and resonance of the voice made even himself think it sounded good.

Li Xiulan poked her head out from the kitchen: "Xiaofei, were you singing just now?"

Luo Fei nodded.

"It sounds nice," Li Xiulan said, then retreated back into the kitchen.

Luo Fei smiled and didn't continue singing.

Just then, Liu Fu, the owner of the agritainment business, came out of the house and greeted him, "Xiao Fei, have you had breakfast yet?"

"Not yet, my mom is still cooking. Uncle Liu, I just wanted to let you know that we're moving back to the new house tomorrow."

Liu Fu paused for a moment, then smiled: "Great news! Now that the new house is finished, we should move in. And over here—"

He took out his phone from his apron pocket, scrolled through it a few times, and said, "I'll refund the overpayment you made. Let me calculate it first..."

Luo Fei quickly stopped him: "Uncle Liu, no, no, no, it's okay to forget about the overpayment, no need to return it. Thank you for taking care of my parents during this time, this little bit of money is nothing."

Liu Fu was about to decline when Luo Fei stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and turned to walk into the kitchen.

Liu Fu, still holding his phone, watched Luo Fei's retreating figure, shook his head, and muttered, "That kid."

After breakfast, Luo Fei drove his parents to the county town.

The destination was the largest home furnishing mall in the county, which had all kinds of home furnishings.

Luo Fei parked the car and said to his parents, "Mom, Dad, take your time browsing. Buy whatever you like. Don't worry about the price, just buy what you like."

Standing at the mall entrance, Li Xiulan looked at the several-story building and felt a little apprehensive: "It's so big, how long will it take to shop around?"

Luo Weidong said, "I'll shop until I buy everything."

Li Xiulan rolled her eyes at him and followed the sales assistant inside.

Luo Fei left his parents with the sales assistant and went to the rooftop of the mall by himself.

He pulled out the portable water purifier, which gleamed in the sunlight.

He marked the spot where he was standing with his mind.

Then I took out my phone, opened the map, and found the direction to northern Myanmar.

He remembered Moheng's location; he had been there before, and the location of that mountain forest was etched in his mind.

He held the water purifier in his hand and threw it forcefully into the air.

The water purifier made a muffled sound and flew out with a whoosh, as fast as a flash of light, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

With a thought, he activated teleportation.

The next second, he was already high in the air, reaching out to catch the water purifier.

The clouds were below him, and the wind made Luo Fei's clothes flutter.

He took a deep breath, aimed in the direction of northern Myanmar, and threw the water purifier out again.

This time, I used much more force than before.

The water purifier streaked across the sky at speeds of tens of Mach and disappeared into the horizon in an instant.

He waited for a few minutes high in the air.

Then, with a thought, he teleported again.

In a flash, he found himself in an unfamiliar sky.

Beneath my feet lay a dense, green forest that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The water purifier was not far in front of him, flying forward.

He reached out and caught it, put it into the ring, and then looked down.

The mountains and forests below look somewhat familiar.

He looked around again, determined the direction, and flew towards Moheng's base.

Upon arriving above the camp, he discovered that it was several times larger than when he last visited.

Previously there were only a few rows of wooden houses, but now there are several newly built barracks and temporary warehouses made of shipping containers. The camp is surrounded by barbed wire, and several watchtowers stand on high places with armed soldiers on them.

Luo Fei slowly landed on the open ground in the center of the camp.

Several soldiers who were training suddenly saw a figure fall from the sky.

They were startled at first, raised their guns to aim, but when they saw the person's face clearly, they immediately put away their guns and stood at attention.

One of the quick-thinking soldiers turned and ran to report the situation.

Less than a minute later, Moheng rushed out of the largest wooden house.

He was wearing a wrinkled military uniform and mud-caked military boots, and his hair was messy, making him look like he had just been hurriedly woken up from his sleep.